Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Asian Bride Magazine, artist - Jahcoozi. Album song Pure Breed Mongrel, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 29.09.2005
Record label: Kitty-yo
Song language: English
Asian Bride Magazine |
| I opened up a copy Asian Bride Magazine |
| The lady inside was so white, was so clean |
| The hairs on her arms could hardly be seen |
| Thanks to L’Oreal’s skin and hair lightening cream |
| If I bleached my skin and if I shaved my arms, I still wouldn’t look like no |
| light-skinned Khan |
| And as my dad used to say to my face |
| «Aiyoh, Sasha, you look like an African» Was that just because of my baggy |
| jeans? |
| Or just because as I’d say «Dad, must be in the genes»? |
| Or is it coz I’m tall and they’re all so small |
| That I’d get called Nigga by Pakis hanging at the mall? |
| Doctor, lawyer, dentist if you fail-- |
| Who’s gonna care for you when you become frail? |
| Harvard, Berkeley, North London and Yale |
| Get an education, marry someone pale! |
| Pale, fair-- but not white |
| A man who’s at least a half of your height |
| Asian, yeah, but better not be dark Those deep dark browns only bring on the |
| frowns |
| Brown on the outside, white on the inside |
| You’re just a coconut they turned into a bounty |
| Brown on the outside, white on the inside |
| You’re just a paki, but you’re cool on the flipside |
| Brown on the outside, white on the inside |
| You’re just a coconut they turned into a bounty |
| Brown on the outside, white on the inside |
| You stink of curry, but you’re cool on the flipside |
| They don’t wanna see you coming home with white man |
| They don’t wanna see you coming home with black man |
| They don’t wanna see you coming home with any kind of man |
| But if you came home with a woman, they wouldn’t be your biggest fan |
| They just wanna see you hitched up with one of the clan |
| If you put your wealth together then you’ll be much richer than |
| The Patels round the corner and the Ratnasinghams |
| «Anay baba get a job or you’ll never find a man!» |
| No I ain’t Mingita, the pussy-eating paki-- |
| I just don’t give a shit about getting married |
| Just coz I don’t shave my moustache, my eyebrows join together and my nose is |
| large |
| You lot think I’m unfit for marriage that all I can cook is frozen chicken |
| nuggets |
| That my life in the trailer park is somewhat savage |
| And my mates are a bunch of dreaded homeless faggets |
| Thank you, L’Oreal now there’s products for us |
| Daily use gonna help us to pretend that we’re high-caste |
| Bleach our skin, lighten our moustache |
| Now L’Oreal are coming in on the march |
| You know that they can smell the cash to be made |
| On vain middle-class Asians who just love to bathe |
| Arty-farty, you will become poor |
| Eat, baba, eat in the kitchen there is more |
| Degree, degree, hang it on the wall Brought you to this country, |
| what happened to y’all?! |
| Hymen, hymen, it better be intact Pappadum preach now I’m frying in the fat |
| Achar, achar, hymen is intact |
| I never used a tampon-- really that’s a fact |